The captured man looked at Mu Fan with exceptionally bright eyes, deep hatred emanating from his pupils, gritting his teeth tightly.
Of course, the opponent wanted to struggle, but Mu Fan, wearing the Dragon Rider War Armor, was already completely dominant in physical fitness.
Mu Fan's eyes did not waver, and his five fingers exerted force.
Crack.
The man's neck was forcibly twisted and broken.
"You speak."
Mu Fan left three alive.
"He, he went to the back."
"The back?"
Under this person's instructions, Mu Fan saw the vast grasslands behind, with a faint path leading into the depths of the grass.
Causally letting go of this person, Mu Fan walked forward.
A glimmer of viciousness flashed in the eyes of the Red Stone Guard behind.
He saw the Red Stone Crossbow on the ground, crouched down quietly to pick it up, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Swish!
Immediately, his eyes widened.
